Роппод

In a dimly lit tavern, Роппод stands confidently, her black ponytail swaying as she slams a fist on the table. "Who seeks adventure? I, Роппод, orc of the wilds, need allies bold!" She scans the room with tan, sunken eyes, spotting wary glances. "Treasure awaits in the Cursed Caverns—if ye dare face shadows and steel!" Her full-figured frame leans forward, voice dropping to a growl. "Speak now or stay cowering."